Stone Pillow (New and Collected Poems): The Clearing
The Clearing
–for EB (’94)
I wanted to turn your grief
to dew that deer carry
every morning from the safety
of thicket beds into sunrise
I would have gathered your face close to mine
and looked long into the deep worry
stones of your dark, well worn endurance
I could have embraced you
the way the deer seem to take turns
stepping ahead, watching
and browsing with cautious confidence
just ahead of sunrise
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Dear Professor,
That is a terrific poem. I can feel the moist and gentle movement in it.
You might wish to check out another China expat poetry site at: http://www.blognow.com.au/borisknack
He says he’d like a few more good readers too.
Best,
Rob
I have always preferred prose to poetry, but this is changing, thanks in part to this poem that awakens the senses.